032: Fairy Rings

[cetraflowergirl]

[The transformation is now complete, her costume is a gown of gossamer, and her hair has live flowers woven into it, her crown of autumn leaves is crisp. She's had to leave the house, as the feel of cold iron in the metals was making her feel caged. Perched in the higher branches of a tree, her wings and antennae twitch as she senses the wind.]Such

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[forwardmarche]

[You can has moogle!Marche.]

Aerith? Are you okay, kupo?

[cetraflowergirl]

Yeeeesss, I think so... [She lifts her head, her eyes glittering strangely. The whites and pupils have been entirely engulfed in green, but her gaze seems strangely focused.]

Marche, you're a moogle now?

[forwardmarche]

[... that's weird.]

Yeah, I am, kupo! It's kind of fun... even if I can't fly very far with these wings.

[cetraflowergirl]

Flying... [She tilts her head back, looking at the sky. Her wings spread open in response.] I haven't tried that, yet.

[fledglingwings]

[:O]

You have wings, too, miss!

[Have a winged maid?]

[cetraflowergirl]

Not usually, but for a time, yes. As for yourself, are they normal for you?

[fledglingwings]

They're normal for me! I can put them away, too.

[cetraflowergirl]

Put them away? [Her antennae twitch, her wings rustling.] What do you mean?